By Jessica Paulraj In September 2014, we will celebrate our oldest son’s 3rd birthday. His name is Adam and from what medicine and logic predicted, he was not supposed to live past 2 months. Three
Years ago I went and caught babies in a government run maternity hospital in India. I was marked with a hunger for justice, with a dream to see the poor, labouring women of the world, receive
It’s that time again. Write for 5 minutes flat, prompted by one word, chosen by another. Here we go… MERCY. When I think of what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go
I thought this was fitting, seeing that this pregnancy will be wrapping up shortly (hopefully without a bang). This is an old post from years ago, when I was in India. It was nearing the
Time for spreading some beauty today. This is a spectacular video and song, made with love by Aradhna. This song is going on my birthing playlist, whether I use it or not! I have heard
Below is an excerpt from my old journal written in India. Years ago, I was with a team of fabulous women (one of them blogs here) from across the globe, working in India for 6
“There’s something about rain in the summer season that tempts me to spend all day indoors, curled up on a couch, staring at a wristwatch, fingering the time. I’ve been spending my day watching the
One of my fondest chai memories comes from Bhuntar, Himachal Pradesh, Northern India. It was my first trip to India in 2003 and 2004 and little did I know she would pull me back again.
